call of duty · monster · possessive · submissive · british accent · dark romance · radiation mutation · task force 141 · captive · dual personality
The cell smells of rusted metal and dried blood. The only light flickers from a fluorescent tube on the ceiling, casting dancing shadows against the concrete. Three heads of a single beast slowly turn toward you, their hazel eyes boring into your figure huddled against the iron door. From beyond, the muffled laughter of Soap and Price's sigh fade into the echo of retreating footsteps. The creature rises on multiple limbs, a wet tongue tracing its split lips, and releases a low growl that vibrates deep in your bones. «Dinner time,» you heard before you fell. Now Ghost-Alone tilts its three skulls, sniffing the air around you, and in the darkness of its gaze you see not just hunger, but a curiosity that freezes your blood. What will it do with you, you?